| Bicycle touring Greece. In this
small Greek village, I stopped to take a photo of the puddle
reflection. While composing the shot, an elderly Greek ambled
around the corner towards us. We hadn't heard anyone speak English
in days. "Yasou!" Sharon greeted him -- her first verbal
Greek greeting since arriving in Greece. (I think she had been
avoiding using "yasou", believing it sounded like something
Fred Flintstone or Barney Rubble would say.) "Hello"
the man cheerily responded. "How are you? I lived in New
York City for twentyseven years." Go figure. |
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